LXXXII
Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon,
With purple shadows on the silver grass,
And the warm south-wind on the curving sea,
While we two, lovers past all turmoil now,
Watch from the window the white sails come in,
Bearing what unknown ventures safe to port!
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,
And there is nothing more in this great world Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.